YOU AND I WEATHERED THE WINTER

​You and I weathered the winter
night after night,        lying
crosswise in bed, our thighs
knotting
                like twine
while the windows fogged
and rain rushed the stormdrain
outside.
 
I memorized the anatomy
of your breastbone, your hands,
the hollow
                     of your throat,
the hills of your hips, the damp
nape of your neck, the pinktones
of your swollen lips and openings,
 
while you fingered my freckles
and mouthed my sunspots, teeth
scraping the starshaped scar
on my shoulder,        eyelashes
and mane brushing skin,
diving headlong into the flesh
of my chest and ribs,
 
and we created our own source
of heat, linking limbs and lips
well-worn with touch
until spring came
and we too bloomed
in our love
 
and lust.